Beast Wars Depth Charge Novels & Stories

Say that to the wolves who lived in them," I said. Behind him, the Ashmoor soldiers who had stopped to watch the Rogue King and Zayden were re-engaging. The brief pause ended as commanders pushed their wolves back into the fight. The eastern road noise surging back up. Darius drove into the Ashmoor center from the left with six Obsidian wolves and the line buckled. An Ashmoor soldier broke from the reforming line and drove directly at me. The wolf forms hitting the road and accelerating with the low flat speed. The Mark exploded white. The shifted wolf hit the light and went sideways like something physical had struck it.

His hand swooshes the air, again and again, and she couldn’t help but moan silently with every stroke. He smacked her over and over again, he spanked her thick ass, until tears trickled down her cheeks, and her cunt. Her bottom cheeks were swollen and on fire. Then, he pinched the redness of her cheeks with his claws, drawing lines that would last as scars for a lifetime. The beast ignored it, dropping his member, his long, thick massive cock springing out. A telltale green stripe ran spirally around the length of his cock on either side, a mark that he has a beast blood running through his veins.

I wanted them to be afraid. ​"NOW!" I roared. ​Down in the streets, a dozen explosions went off at once. The rebels had planted thermite charges on the perimeter fences. Smoke and fire filled the air, and the sirens began to wail. ​The guards at the base of the Spire scrambled to respond. Two "Beast-Slayer" drones—giant, spider-like machines with red laser eyes—crawled down the side of the Government House, their metal legs clanging on the stone.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

A very large and gruesome looking creature with hammer like fists was beating away at the lonely car near the portal, from which he had apparently entered Etherea. "What's that?" Cash asked softly. "It's an ogre." I answered. Winterlash grunted and handed us a pair of tranquilliser guns. I handed mine back and patted the buckle strapped to my thigh where my gun was. "Don't harm it. Just call the cleaning services when you're done." He said. I gave him a nod and started to walk out of the room when I heard a squeak. "What about me?" And I remembered with a curse about Agent Cash.

'The only way to defeat them is to either wear them out or strike them in their vitals. Chen's gaze landed on the spirit masters that used vines to control the Mesmerizing Beetles. 'Release your poison,' Chen smirked as he gazed at the location of their landing. The beetles were close to the pack of wolves that surrounded the burly monstrous were-bear and the girl with dog ears clawing against wolves with equal ferocity. The moment his mental energy swept past Ah Yin, her gaze turned stern and she looked back only to find three Lone Bone Monkeys a few meters behind.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

slowly floated into the air. He looked down at the “Deep Sea Hounds.” “You…are worthy…to dabble in ‘immortality’?” He raised his hand. “Boom!” A golden beam of energy shot from his palm! That beam was ten times faster than an electromagnetic cannon! One “Deep Sea Hound” didn’t even have time to react before being struck head-on by the beam! There was no explosion. The submarine, along with its pilot, was… “disintegrated” in the golden light.

Beast surged forward, its hull glowing with a faint, blue-white light as it pierced the fabric of space-time. The ship's passage through the distance was smooth and silent, leaving behind a trail of a distorted blue haze. The viewscreen flared to life at my command: "On screen!" as it locked onto their leader. With a burst of light, Beast dropped out of warp drive directly in front of the reptilian, its sleek hull gleaming with a fierce, battle-ready intensity. "Locking on..." Sam announced, his fingers dancing across the control panel with swift, confident strokes. A low, ominous hum filled the air as Dad and Sam charged up Beast's weapons systems, ready to unleash its fury.

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.